It was Friday morning, in Brighouse. I had been swimming and I was sitting in the cafe area of Brighouse Pool waiting for the GLW who was attending a Yoga class. I glanced down at the table and what I saw stopped my thought processes in their tracks. A cold shiver went down my spine and somewhere in the distance a cockerel whistled. I did a double-take and pinched myself with a fervour that made me wince in pain. Someone had recently been sitting here. Someone had just consumed a packet of potato crisps. And someone has controlled the ever-expansive cellophane wrapping by tying it neatly in a knot. Until that moment I genuinely believed that I was the only person in the western world to do that. But here was evidence that I was not alone. It was like Stanley bumping into Dr Livingstone in a supermarket car park.
I can see the beginnings of a Society of Knotting Cellophane Wrappers. The AGM may be held in the Brighouse Red Rooster.
ReplyDeleteNow that is intriguing Peter - how on earth do you know about the Red Rooster?
DeleteWell, to be honest, I was thinking about you and Tony a couple of months ago. And I combined that thought with the information here. The Red Rooster seemed the most appropriate name for this post...
DeleteClever research Peter
DeleteI've done that. It requires neat folding to prepare the ribbon. Because you are dealing with six layers you approach the finite number of times a paper may be folded. Or tied.
ReplyDeleteYou weren't at Brighouse Baths last Friday were you Joanne?
DeleteUh! I'm missing something in this link with the knotted cellophane bag and cockerel,somebody else, meeting in completely isolated locations? You've got me thinking. It must be something simple that I'm missing. Usually is!
ReplyDeleteNo Red, I am missing it too, I and it's got me thinking as well! So together you and I (until others may follow our unknowingness!) are in our thoughts together! Ha! Ha! My first reaction was, how come Alan hasn't designed his own comic strip? I think you'd have an interesting strip with many followers, just by the life you live and the thoughts you think! Seriously! What a gold mind!
ReplyDeleteRed, Karen : You need to ask yourself the question, "why had Dr Livingstone gone to the supermarket?"
DeleteWell, if it had been me, I'd be wondering if I hadn't done it myself moments earlier and just forgotten about it!
ReplyDeleteI must confess, I did wonder Kat.
DeleteGuilty, Alan! I've been knotting wrappers for years. In fact, most of our family do it. Maybe we should form an honourable order of wrapper knotters.
ReplyDeleteGood gracious, we could start a new political party and our slogan could be "Get Knotted"
DeleteAlan, I live in the sticks, never heard of Brighthouse Bath. The whistle of a cockerel should never be dismissed, it is a sign!! Blatantly leaving on show a neatly knotted cellophane for you; I am sure that was the message!
ReplyDeleteWonderful! I love the serendipity of the moment. Now I have to come up with my own unique signature to leave behind and hope one day I'll have the same unexpected coincidence!
ReplyDeleteNo Seabrooks Ready Salted
ReplyDeleteWell I think you should go back..perhaps the person will return and you can go off on Safari together. I know of no one..well except you who ties chip bags into knots:)
ReplyDelete